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    Knee Deep

    Online warfare being waged everyday Some tech-pimp living in a wet dream Everything on the menu is pay to play Swinging pendulum picking up steam   Broken hearts corrupted by confusion Unable to see through this cold illusion   Artificial beast hides without disguise  Cyborg sex doll disregards...

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    • Well this is musing. lol
      liked the people like privacy they get intrusion part really good

    • thoroughly enjoyed Damian .. & then some .. Neville

    • Hellish visions. Intense feeling.
      Regards
      James

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, James. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sometimes intense feelings guide the poem along in my experience. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • A bit towards the apocalypse in its foretelling, yeah? I also get a “War Pigs” vibe as well (Black Sabbath).
      Excellent rhyme scheme as well. Great write Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I can see the “War Pigs” vibe too. Sabbath has always been an influence in my creative efforts. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Wow, one more of your excellent, intense and thought provoking right things, dear Damien! Especially the last verse speaks to me a lot. World most people consider God as all seeing eye that is watching and judging us, all sing that UI energy is just experiencing itself, manifested and the form of a human being. So it is entirely up to us what to do with our lives. Personally, I think it is best to listen to our heart and to our intuition. Why won’t lead us a stray.

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    Written on an Airplane Waste bag

      I’m a-ship sailing the sea In time I don’t know where I’ll be.   Where roads put me I don’t know Time my heart will let me show.   I see a storm coming my way Where will it strike one day?   The muse of the ocean...

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    Styxian wrote a new post

    Book Of Scars

    Some scars got a paragraph, some, a page.I’m not much for back stories,I’m mostly conflictedwithin the epilogues.I’m a book bound in leather,there were no other options.Weathered by the ravages of sinupon my skinmany self-inflictedsome accidentand some inherited. There are no...

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    • Ohh there is so much in this piece. What got me it I wore the ancestors of these jeans…Damn what a line.

      • LOL, you like how I used Wrangler jeans there? I happened to have on a pair as I wrote those lines. How ironic huh.
        Thanks Fia. I hope NY is treating you well!

    • Fine, it’s a tie. LOL.
      We’re pretty good at mutual stuff…

    • Hello Damian.
      Yeah, why not a praying mantis. I think they are cool as hell actually. Ever since I saw my first one as a kid, as it was eating a caterpillar like a piece of corn on the cob, I’ve been amazed by them. Little green demons, lol.
      Thank you much, too, for the nod.

    • Dude, I have a lot of scars! And several tatts, ahem. -Been quite the life. Nowadays all is mostly mellow and I am thankful for it!
      And you can jack my title. When I thought of it a couple of weeks ago, I told Del that I gotta use it somewhere! This write is the result.
      Thank you much, Peter.

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    Every single days
    I don’t want to spend my days alone
    Do not forsake my father
    He is the man
    That create all of us
    Children of my Father
    In his image
    Many years image
    We all look different from each other
    Some have blond hair and blue eyes

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